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Under the Coconut Tree: January 2010
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Under the Coconut Tree. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. Here's my funny Tinto conversation for the week - or for the hour I should say, as she spurts out the silliest most preposterous things on a minute basis. My dad is quite frail and needs help when standing up. This morning we were in the sitting room, and Cheeku was helping him up from his chair. He stumbled, and Tino called out ". You might be slipped! He might be slipped and then he might be DIED! Friday, January 15, 2010. What to do -. I had an intere...
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Kuaback's BlahBlahBlah: Living Age Friendly!
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A day in the chaotic roller-coaster ride that is my life. Feb 6, 2015. Join us for a first look at the plan to create an age friendly Honolulu! We welcome you to experience what's ahead and provide. Your insight on what our city needs to meet your needs! Complimentary continental breakfast will be provided. Free health screenings and other activities! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Panipopo - Samoan food recipes. I want to go home. Water Girl from Hell. Penguin on a beach. It's in the wide shoulders.
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Fobilicious- tala mai se teine Samoa i Sydney: May 2014
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Fobilicious- tala mai se teine Samoa i Sydney. The musings and meanderings of a Samoan stranded in Sydney. Saturday, 17 May 2014. When I was doing my bachelors degree. Nothing annoyed me more. Of those mature age students. You know the earnest kind. Or wanted to discuss. That seemed interested in the actual course. Like they may have done the actual readings. And wanted to actually discuss. Acting like they came here to learn. When the rest of us. Wake up in someone else’s bed drunk. But it’s ok. Who hav...
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Under the Coconut Tree: November 2010
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Under the Coconut Tree. Thursday, November 11, 2010. Getting ready for real school. Yesterday, RLSS held an orientation session for all children enrolled for Year 1. Tinto went with her Grandma. According to Grandma, Tinto said "Grandma, go sit down over there, I'll be fine." All the other kids in the orientation knew who she was (kids from her preschool) and half the kids in Year 1 were calling out "Tino! Can I have one? Can you put my name on it? Is it for rugby? Like the world cup? Dublin, Ireland 2015.
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Under the Coconut Tree: Facebook snooping
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Under the Coconut Tree. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. Again, I'm jealous. The grass is greener you think? In my next life, I'll be the heiress of a wholesale/bank/supermarket dynasty and buy out the whole damn TAV chain. November 5, 2010 at 3:47 PM. Keste- update your page - I llike to make a request please? Can you write a novel about the structural amendments to the electoral process .lol (:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Fagogo mai Samoa,.aue! Dublin, Ireland 2015.
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Musings from da Bush!: Savaii Living
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Musings from da Bush! Wednesday, April 01, 2015. I realise that a long time ago, my blogs had a different tone to them. At the beginning, they were a place for me to tell my stories. My happy my sad my remarkable. What did,what became, what happened and what was great about life. It was a place I could excercise writing (not that I think I am anywhere near being a 'good' writer- punctuation much? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Fagogo mai Samoa,.aue! Living on the rock.
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Under the Coconut Tree: August 2010
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Under the Coconut Tree. Thursday, August 26, 2010. Dealing with parental pressure. I am so tired. Drained. Emotionally, maternally and more importantly, financially. Never have I been more anxious to get away - from work, my husband, kids, parents and bank account negative balance. A fellow blogger said she feels like Maria in the hills are alive, running carefree on the hills. That will be me in a few days. So.what I have been stressed MOST about. My dad has been wanting a new car. Specifically ". I'd b...
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Under the Coconut Tree: June 2010
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Under the Coconut Tree. Monday, June 14, 2010. And all of a sudden, half the year is gone! And what do I have to show for it? Cos she's smart like that. And then another little soul arriving home from school screaming "MUUUUUMMMMMYYYYYYY I'm HOOOOOOOOOOME! Sigh There was boredom and then there was bedlam. Somewhere in between, my sanity was hanging by a thread. And bad? Tinto is still Tinto. Loud, boisterous, loud, bossy and did I mention loud? I SAID DON'T DO THAT! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And all of...
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Under the Coconut Tree: Sports & Me
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Under the Coconut Tree. Thursday, November 11, 2010. Until now. We've got a mixed team for one of the business house tournaments. We've won 5 games out of 6, AND are top of our pool. No more shoulder ache. Or back ache. Or Fia-Van-Dyke ache. And I'm back to playing like I was in 6th Form (plus 20kgs). To hell with the doctor, I've still got IT. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Fagogo mai Samoa,.aue! Dublin, Ireland 2015. Dock street shop wallpaper. Living on the rock.
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Fobilicious- tala mai se teine Samoa i Sydney: I am not a migrant or a refugee
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Fobilicious- tala mai se teine Samoa i Sydney. The musings and meanderings of a Samoan stranded in Sydney. Sunday, 8 September 2013. I am not a migrant or a refugee. I am not a migrant or a refugee. Sometimes that still shocks me. The me that is not quite white. The me that listens as people trip. Over the soft round vowels of my name. The me that refuses to cover. The tattoos that show me as other. And knows that neither my father nor mother. I am not a migrant or a refugee. One who has warred with waves.
